The birds are in the bathroom making chocolate cake I am throwing pennies waiting for you to wake, for you to wake Thunderclouds are telling me to hold onto you They don't know that I am swollen and full of blue, and full of blue Birds know something I don't know, its going to rain So I will make some butterpie and leave for the train, leave for the train Never know the way to leave unless you're asleep Remember the laughing days for they are to keep, they are to keep